Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 19:22:06 -0500 (EST)
From: Kai
Subject: Auctioned, part 3
Oh wow, you know I actually forgot about this story... But here it is,
part III. I hope you guys enjoy it! Some credit goes out to Remmy, who
inspired some ideas for this segment. (See! I DO take reader's suggestions
seriously!!)
>>>
AUCTIONED III
Alik propped his head up on one hand, his other one draped
possessively across the sleeping body beside him. He watched as Nick
slept, his face looking ever so peaceful, his breathing soft and even.
Alik leaned over and lightly kissed him on the lips, along the stubbled
jaw, and nibbled on the earlobe.
Nick stirred awake and slowly rewarded Alik with his deep emerald
coloured eyes. He smiled and stretched out like a cat. "Morning," he
murmured.
The Greek pulled Nick closer towards his body and nuzzled his neck.
"Mmm... You smell like sleep." He drew his tongue out and licked at the
skin there. "You taste like it too."
Nick's eyes widened along with his smile. "Tell me, what does
sleep smell and taste like?" Alik kissed him full on the mouth and rubbed
his hand along Nick's hip, massaging the firm butt.
Alik continued his kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest.
"It's like freshly baked bread," he murmured in between the kisses, "like a
new born baby... the air after a rainfall... laundry straight out of the
dryer... "
Nick laughed at him. "You're not making any sense."
Alik smiled wickedly at him as his wandering hand now gently nudged
Nick's legs apart, up the muscular thigh and brushed against the scrotum.
Nick gasped with pleasure. Gracefully and with ease Alik positioned
himself in between his legs and closed one hand around the harden dick.
The blond whimpered and arched his back. "Any sense I possess goes out the
window where you're concerned, Nikkos."
He reached over to the bedside table and fished around for a small
tube. From it, Alik squeezed a small amount of clear gel and applied it
around Nick's asshole, massaging the anal canal with his fingers, causing
the man to squirm and moan. Alik leaned down and grazed his nose along
Nick's flat stomach and into the soft pubic hair. The large pulsing cock
that it surrounds brushed across his cheek. A large pearly drop of precum
appeared at the tip and Alik went to lick it off, tasting the saltiness.
He let his tongue linger on the velvety skin, which sent a slight shiver
down Nick's spine.
"Time to make you mine," Alik growled.
"Oh, pleeease," Nick whimpered. "Make me yours..."
Alik straightened himself and took his fingers from the tight hole,
replacing them with his own throbbing cock. He rubbed the head across the
entrance, lubricating it with the existing gel that was already on Nick and
sending the Canadian into another ride of pleasure. The squirming
increased and the strong legs spread even further.
Seeing this response pleased Alik to no end and he decided to end
his lover's suffering by finally aiming his dick against the hot hole.
Slowly he pushed his cockhead pass the entrance and eased the entire shaft
in, inch by inch until his entire 9 inches was swallowed up. "Oh
yeesss..." he hissed. "You feel so fucking good, I still can't get over
how tight you are."
Nick closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
Alik eased back out and paused. "Wrap your legs around my waist,"
he commanded. Nick did as told and Alik buried his dick back in as deep as
he could in one smooth motion. He repeated this over and over again,
stroking his cock in and out of Nick's ass. Nick thrusted his hips back to
meet each returning stroke. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see
your face when you climax."
Nick opened his eyes and they were now a brilliant bright green.
Alik sucked in his breath at the trust he saw in them. Suddenly, he leaned
over and ravaged Nick's mouth with his own, their tongues mating to the
same pace as their pelvises. "I'm getting close," Nick gasped.
"Do not cum," Alik ordered. "Whatever you do, do not cum until I
say so. Wait for my word."
Nick's moans grew louder and he bit his lower lip to keep from
falling over the edge of his climax. Alik increased his pace and fucked
him harder and faster. His breathing also quickened and became shorter.
"NOW..."
Nick released his cum in a violent spray, landing all over his
chest and Alik's. As he ejaculated, his ass clenched even more tightly
around Alik's dick, causing him to groan loudly and unleashing his own load
of cum deep into the insides of Nick.
"I'm yours," Nick sighed as he closed his eyes again. Alik's own
eyes gleamed dark amber, satisfied, at the submission. He carefully lowers
himself on top of the slightly smaller man; his cock still buried within
him.
Breathing rate declines, adrenaline levels ceases, and the air
starts to cool. Outside the window the birds are chirping loudly and an
aeroplane can be heard flying over in the near distance.
"Alik," Nick began...
Alik grunted an acknowledgement into Nick's neck.
"Alik," Nick tried again...
"What?"
"I'm developing a nasty cramp, get your heavy ass off of me." Nick
chuckled at his own comment.
Not amused, Alik flexed his dick inside of Nick, causing the blond
to suddenly gasp, and quickly withdrew it with no fanfare. He rolled off
of Nick and swung his legs over on his side of the bed. He threw a look
over his shoulder. Nick wore the expression of an abused kitten.
"Nikkos, I have a present for you." Nick cheered up visibly and
Alik laughed at the sudden change in facial expressions. "First we're
going to get cleaned up, you got us all sticky." He got up and walked into
the large closet. Nick laid back to appreciate the way Alik's backside
moved as he walked. When Alik reappeared with a towel and a small bag, he
laughed again at the look of childlike curiosity, which Nick wore.
Alik carefully wiped away at the pale goo on Nick and threw the
towel unceremoniously over his shoulder. Then he pulled out a silver chain
link and a small matching padlock from the bag. He showed Nick the
padlock, which was painted black with the initials "AT" in amber. "Alik
Terzakis, that is my insignia. You are to wear that at all times. It will
let others know that you already belong to me, and are strictly hands-off
so to speak."
"Wow, I bet even my pet cat don't have it this good," Nick muttered
in disgust as he held the padlock.
Alik frowned. "I'm sorry if you don't agree to this, Nikkos, but
believe me when I say that this is for your own safety. My insignia is
well known around here. Everyone will know that if any harm comes to you
then I will wreak havoc on their trading industry." He took the small lock
from Nick's hand, wordlessly positioned the chain around his neck, and
secured the ends together with it.
"Your present sucks. Take it back, I don't want it anymore," Nick
stated. He pulled at the offending article around his neck. "Where's the
key?" he demanded.
Alik shrugged. "I threw it away."
Nick stopped pulling and stared at the man whom he just made love
to only moments ago. "You're kidding."
He was suddenly thrown back against the bed and his wrists were
pinned down above his head. Amber eyes blazed back at him, mere inches
away from his own. "I never kid about this sort. You are mine to keep for
life. I see no reason why that chain will ever need to come off."
Nick snorted. "Yours to keep for life? What am I...? Property?!
Who do you... " His protests were silenced by a brutal kiss. A tongue
assaulted his and his body's initial instinct to fight back caused the hold
on his wrists to tighten painfully. But, almost immediately, his mind
began to register the euphoric feeling that was associated with kissing
Alik and his body eased off, gradually melding itself with Alik's. The
vice-like grips slackened at the surrender.
Alik suddenly broke the kiss and abruptantly got up off the bed and
headed back into the closet. "I'm not going to continue with this
discussion. Get changed, I'm taking you to the street market."
Nick blinked and brought his hand to his lips, slowly outlining the
bruising flesh. He then grudgingly got up and followed him. He looked
around the closet and realized that he didn't have any clothes to call his
own. Alik noticed this predicament and selected a pair of cargo shorts and
T-shirt for him. "These will have to do until we get you some new stuff.
I normally would have made you wear a robe." Alik lifted an eyebrow at
him, "For some reason I didn't that you would think too fondly of that
idea."
"You think correctly," Nick confirmed, putting the clothes on. He
buttoned up the shorts only to have them slip back lowly on his hips. "Do
you have a belt?" Quickly, he pulled them back up.
Alik looked down to where his hands were and a devilish gleam
appeared in his eyes. "I can easily carry you back into bed and..." He
let the sentence trail. Nick flushed and unconsciously held on tighter to
the material at his waist. Alik silently handed him a belt, an amused look
on his face. "Cut the virginal act, Nikkos."
Nick scowled. "Well, I was one until I met you," he muttered.
Their eyes met and Nick brightened even redder. "I didn't mean to say that
aloud," he mumbled. He looked down and gave more concentration to the belt
than was necessary.
A finger was hooked under his chin as he was made to look at Alik.
The other man's expression was earnest, the hard lines and planes softened
by a smile. He carefully wrapped his arms around Nick and held him
tightly. "I will always treasure your gift," he whispered. Nick sighed
into the other's warm neck. The two men stood there for awhile, holding
each other, until Alik at last reluctantly pulled away. "We better get
going; Yuri's waiting for us."
Nick nodded and the two of them finished dressing in silence. He
was all ready to go when Alik handed him a blue and grey bandanna. "Put
this on," he instructed. "I don't want anyone to see the colour of your
hair. One look and who knows what might happen."
Nick rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious." He bit the inside
of his cheek and obediently put the bandanna on at the warning glare that
Alik sent him.
>>>
Yuri met them outside standing beside the same black car that had
brought Nick here in the first place. "Good morning, Sir," he greeted
Alik. A polite nod was cast in Nick's direction. "Where will be this
morning's destination?"
"The public street market, Yuri. We're gonna give Nick a real
taste of Egypt."
The drive there was rather uneventful. Nick sat staring out at the
scenery outside the window as Alik conducted business over the phone. Nick
peacefully listened to the confident timber of the deep voice for the next
half-hour.
He sat up straighter when he began to notice a heavier crowd of
people, surrounding fruit stands and gift stalls. The car finally stopped.
Nick was about to let himself out of the car when a firm grip on his arm
stopped him. He gave Alik a questioning stare but the other man wasn't
even looking at him. Alik took his time ending his conversation on the
phone; his attention focused on the papers sitting beside him.
Yuri got out of the car and stood beside the rear door. The man's
patience was inversely proportional to the impatience experienced by Nick
as he waited for Alik to let him go. Sighing loudly, he drummed his
fingers on his thigh and stared out longingly at the liveliness just on the
other side of the door. Finally, the talking stopped and the phone clicked
against its cradle.
"The Master always leave first and you walk a few paces behind me,"
Alik spoke evenly. "Do not stare anyone in the eyes, they will see your
green irises. Do not talk to anyone, do not take off your bandanna, and
most importantly do not leave my side." The deadly serious look he wore
encouraged Nick to bite back some sarcastic remark he was in danger of
making. "Do I make myself clear Nick?"
Nick nodded. Alik removed his grip and rapped against the window,
signalling for Yuri to open the door for them. Without a glance backward,
he got out and Nick silently followed him out. Nick swallowed the hurt he
felt at suddenly being treated so coldly. Yuri closed the door behind him
and then walked alongside Alik. The two of them made their way into the
bustling crowd, chatting with each other in Arabic. Yuri intermittently
glanced back to make sure that he was still right behind them.
Scowling, Nick began to tug at the offending lock around his neck.
He looked around him at the sights and his eyes soon fell on the stall
selling miniature cartouches and drawings on papyrus leaflets. Without
thinking, he headed towards the stall and picked up one of the figurines.
It was made of glass, black in colour, with tiny hieroglyphics etched into
it. Nick traced his fingertip along the fine grooves, and a small smile
formed on his lips as he hoped that one day he will have the opportunity to
see the real thing.
"Nick!"
Nick jumped and his eyes widened as the glass ornament slipped from
his fingers and cracked into two pieces as it fell to the ground. He
looked up to see Alik, quite a few metres away from where he stood, angrily
making his way towards him. More closer to him the equally angry stall
keeper began to yell and gesture wildly at him. Nick glanced helplessly at
the quickly approaching man and apologized to the other.
When Alik finally reached where he stood, his arm reached out,
grabbed at the lock around Nick's neck, and savagely pulled the man to him.
"How dare you disobey me?" he seethed. "Not only did you NOT stay by my
side but you go ahead and put yourself in danger by making eye contact and
talking to these people. Are you deliberately behaving this way or are you
really this stupid?"
Nick paled considerably and stared back in horror at the Greek.
His dry mouth opened but no words came out. By now a small crowd of people
surrounded them, watching them with curious gazes. Alik pulled him by the
chain and threw him towards Yuri. Then, he dropped some currency notes
onto the stall and turned around. "We're leaving. I should have known
better than to take you out in public. I'm taking you back to the house."
Alik walked rapidly towards the direction of where the car was parked, Yuri
walked silently beside him.
"I'm sorry," Nick whispered.
"You're sorry? Can you even begin to comprehend the danger you've
put yourself in the moment you opened your mouth? One word from you will
let anyone who is listening know that you're not from around here. You're
lucky that we found out that you have mindlessly wandered off before it was
too late."
Alik continued to berate him. "I can't believe how bad you made me
look. Now all these people will talk about how the servant of Alik
Terzakis made a fool of himself at the public market in front of everyone.
I absolutely cannot wait to hear about it from my colleagues when this
finally reaches their ears."
Nick stopped in his tracks. "I'm a servant to you?" he questioned
incredulously. Alik turned around to face him and sighed impatiently.
"I paid to have you service me," Alik explained, slowing down his
words as if talking to a mere child instead of a grown man. "You take
orders from a master, from me. You do as you are told, and you certainly
do not question back."
Nick paled even whiter as he listened to the biting words. His
heart hurt and he felt humiliated. He wished that he could just disappear
into thin air at that very moment. Where was the man who had so lovingly
kissed him awake that very morning?
"Alik, please..." he began to implore, but cut himself off when
Alik narrowed his eyes at him.
"In public, you shall address me as 'Master'," he spoke in a low
tone. "Servants do not call their owners by their given names."
Nick nodded, frightened by the other man and felt smaller than an
atom particle when Alik turned away from him. Suddenly, by impulse, Nick
turned the other way and ran as fast as he could away from Alik. He dodged
through the thick crowd and easily disappeared into the mass.
He heard someone call his name frantically as he made his way
further into the crowd but his battered pride made him ignore it. He
didn't stop moving until he finally reached the outskirts of the market.
Nick collapse against the side of an old brick building, his elbows resting
on his kneecaps and his head buried in them. He felt tears fall down the
sides of his face. He frustratedly wiped at them with his forearm and ran
his fingers through his hair, only realizing then that the bandanna he wore
was no longer there. It must have fallen off during his flee.
People around him stared but he ignored them. Nick closed his eyes
and leaned his head back against the wall. He didn't imagine that his life
could lead to this in just a few days. The sun shone down at him
mercilessly, warming the chain around his neck, which in turn heated the
skin it laid on. It was a constant reminder of Alik. Nick felt the tears
well up again behind his closed eyes.
>>>
"Goddammit!" Alik pounded his fist hard on the roof of the car.
He didn't even notice the small indent that appeared. Yuri had returned
without Nick and he was worried. "Where the hell could he have gone?" he
demanded.
"Sir, why not go home and make a call to the authorities. They
will send a search out for him."
"No." Alik frowned. "That will take too long. I don't want to
leave him out here alone longer than necessary. Something might happen to
him." He stared out frustratingly at the bustling crowds of people.
Everyone that brushed past began to blend into a giant blur. Alik let out
an exhausted breath and rubbed at the corners of his eyes. "What the hell
was I doing anyway? This is all my fault isn't it?" he asked Yuri. The
Egyptian said nothing, as his employer was not really expecting an answer.
Alik paced restlessly, trying to determine his next move when
something caught his eye. He ran towards a filthily dressed man and
grabbed him by the collar of his worn robe. Alik grabbed the bandanna off
from the man's head and shook him. "Where did you find this?" he demanded.
The tramp was feeble and Alik easily intimidated him. "P-P-Please,
N-Noble Sir, I did not s-steal this. It... It fell off the head of a
golden haired man running through the market." Dull eyes stricken by
terror stared back at Alik.
"Where was he headed?"
"T-Towards the bathhouse." Alik narrowed his eyes and let go of
the thin material. The tramp took this opportunity to scamper, as far and
as fast as he could, away from the menacing amber eyes of the powerfully
built nobleman.
Yuri walked over to stand beside Alik. "Sir, if he is indeed near
the bathhouse I suggest we move quickly to find him." Alik nodded and
wordlessly, the two men headed towards in the direction of the infamous
establishment.
>>>
"Are you alright?"
Nick looked up in surprise. A finely dressed Egyptian man stared
down at him, concern on his face. Another Egyptian stood behind him, this
one younger and smaller, dressed in a far simpler robe. "You can speak
English." Nick groaned to himself as he just commented on the obvious.
But the other man took no notice and offered him a hand. Nick took hold
and pushed himself up off the ground.
The man looked him over. "We need to get you away from the sun.
You are burning up." Nick nodded slowly, for his head hurt and he felt
exhausted from the intense heat. "Omar, come and give me a hand." The
younger man stepped up and wrapped his right arm around Nick's waist.
Nick's left arm was draped around Omar's shoulder and they slowly made
their way across the street, where a silver sedan waited. A uniformed man
quickly opened the rear door as he saw them approaching.
The older Egyptian went in first and turned around to help Nick
into the car. Then Omar followed. The air-conditioned interior cooled
Nick's skin and he sighed a breath of relief. As the car began to move,
Nick closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft leather. When he opened
his eyes again, the scenery outside had changed and Nick realized that he
was with strangers.
"Oh my God, who are you guys?" Nick demanded. "Where am I and how
did I get here?"
The man sitting to his right gave him a kind look. "My name is
Kassel. The gentleman on your other side is Omar. We found you on the
side of the road, openly exposed to the sun. I have decided to take you
home with me so that we can get a doctor to look after you."
Nick considered him warily. "How do I know that you can be
trusted?"
Kassel shrugged. "That's a very valid point. I assure you that no
harm will be inflicted upon you under my care. In fact, I insist that you
call any nearby relations you may have in this city so that they will know
your current whereabouts."
Nick hesitated. "No, no that's alright. I doubt anyone will worry
too much about me." He turned away and concentrated on the hands.
"Are you sure?" Kassel looked doubtful. Nick nodded and looked up
when the door opened. Kassel got out and waited for the other two men
before they proceeded towards the entrance of the stately building.
It was beautiful. Built in classic Venetian architecture, large
windows, with lush plants surrounding the property. It was a sight, but
Nick could not help but think how much more impressive Alik's home is.
Absentmindedly, his fingers found their way to the small padlock and traced
the outline of the insignia.
"You are owned," Kassel noted. "Surely your master will worry
about you."
Nick's fingers froze in place and he quickly dropped his hand back
to his side. "No. I don't believe he will."
Kassel opened his mouth, but closed it again. He seemed to be
considering something but brushed it aside. Finally, he spoke, "Very well.
I will not push. I think it is best if you went to clean up and rest.
Omar will take care of you now. I have some business that I need to tend
to." The Egyptian took a few steps away before turning back around. "I do
not believe I ever caught your name."
"It's Nick," he blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Nick," Kassel grinned. "I want you to rest and I hope to see you
again tomorrow morning." He turned around once more and walked off in that
direction.
Omar put one hand on Nick's shoulder. "Come," he said, "Follow
me." His accent was quite thick. "Master tells me to clean you. I will
make you a bath." Nick followed him down the hall and into a room.
It was a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. A large, luxuriously
made bed was the centre point with a finely crafted wardrobe and desk
accessorizing it. Omar disappeared into the bathroom and came back out
with a clean white robe. He gave it to Nick. "You will change, get ready.
I will run the water." The Egyptian smiled and returned back into the
other room.
Nick heard the water begin to run, filling up the tub. He slowly
stripped off his clothes and folded them into a somewhat neat pile on top
of the desk. Then he donned the robe, feeling the silky material caress
his skin as he made his way into the bathroom.
Omar turned the facets off and Nick saw that some bathfoam had been
added to the tub. He stood by the edge and inhaled. It smelled faintly of
tea tree oil. Omar stood to stand close behind him. "The aroma therapy
will calm you." Arms wrapped around Nick's waist, as the belt of his robe
was undone. The hands then travelled upwards and separated the silky
folds, holding them apart for Nick to step away from and into the warm
water.
Omar turned around and hung the silk robe onto a hook as Nick sat
down into the water, the soft foam concealing him from his midsection and
below. Omar picked up a washcloth and began to wash Nick's back. Both men
were silent; the only sounds were those of the gentle scrubbing of the
cloth against Nick's back, the droplets of excess water from the cloth, and
the lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Nick let his head fall
forward and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of the scented water.
Eventually, the rubbing stopped and Omar wrung out the water from
the cloth. Then, he reached for a ladle-like utensil, filling it with
water and pouring it over Nick's shoulders and back. The water streamed
down, a thin cascade over the skin before it seems to branch off into thin
rivers, as it dips and follows the muscular contours of Nick's body.
When Omar was at last finished, he got up and retrieved a large
soft towel and wrapped it around Nick when he stood up. He waited for Nick
to grab a hold of it before reaching over for another towel, this one
smaller. He dried Nick's legs with it as Nick dried his upper body off
with the towel wrapped around him. Then, Omar went to get the robe off of
the hook and stood behind Nick, holding it so that Nick can easily put his
arms through the sleeves.
As Nick adjusted the silky material, Omar bent over the bathtub to
drain the now cold water. Omar next led him back into the bedroom and
pulled the sheets on the bed apart. He smiled at Nick; "I must tend to my
own Master now. Sleep well." Nick thanked him and watched as the Egyptian
closed the door behind him.
He undid his robe and let it drop to the floor, pooling into a
silky heap at his feet. Nick slipped naked into the cool satin sheets and
dropped his head onto the pillows. With his eyes closed, he was able to
replay the horrible scene at the public market. His heart quickened as he
recalled the hurtful, biting words said to him by Alik. He tossed and
turned for awhile before finally snapping up into a sitting position.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "I'm being pathetic."
Nick let out a breath and settled himself back into bed. Closing
his eyes again, this time he dug further back into his memory bank, back to
this morning and relived the small kisses of those he woke up to, the
gentle caresses and loving words. Sighing to himself, the images soon
became more and more vague as Nick finally drifted off to sleep. His body
relaxed and his breathing evened. The long and tiring day was finally
over. Even the sound of the phone ringing somewhere off in a different
part of the house didn't wake him up.
>>>
Blasted, I've hit a huge writer's block and there's no detouring around it.
Any suggestions (or even just comments) for the next part is welcomed.
Thanks!
Kai